Trip Start Jun 03, 2013
47Trip End Aug 25, 2013
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I was supposed to have two students, but only one showed up. Philip said that the other student was too tired to come. Ok. Originally I was told that the students wanted to learn "American dialogue." But after talking to him, he was interested in increasing his TOEFL score. So we spent 1.5 hrs going over some strategies. At one point he asked to take a break and wanted to ask me questions about Ivy League schools and if the ranking of the school mattered. So that was pretty much our class; it went well. It was a one-time class.
I went straight to the dorm, walked up 6 flights of stairs (WHY do they shut off the elevator?) and went to bed. I set my alarm for 3 p.m. I got a message from Ada, though, saying that I had an interview at the other school at 3. Ugh. I wasn't sure how I would do with my head hurting worse and worse by the minute. I reset my alarm for 2 p.m. It came way too quickly. I walked in the searing heat to the subway station and met Ada there. Thankfully, the route to the other school was easy, just on one line. The building of the English school was right at the station.
I had an interview with a guy who had just worked there a little over a month. He is a Chinese minority, from the west of China, that is related to Turkish people. He just started learning Chinese and English 6 years ago. He had already taken the TOEFL and got a good score. He hopes to go to university in the U.S.
He started talking to me about writing curriculum, and teaching whatever classes I want, since I would be the only American in the company. He also was talking about a full-time position. I eventually realized that he did not know that I would be going home in 20 days. I think he was bummed. I think they would have offered me whatever I wanted if I was staying. As it is, if they have students who want "foreigner classes" they will call, and I will teach them. Much the same as this school. Works for me.
By the time Ada and I were getting in the elevator, my head was going to explode. She asked if I wanted to try some Chinese medicine, I said sure. Nearby was a pharmacy where I purchased some 12-hour extended release ibuprofen. I didn't have much hope that it would work, since that's what I'd already been taking (although not the same dose I don't think). But I was willing to give it a try. I got something cold to drink and then we grabbed a taxi.
I was in massive pain. Ada could tell. I asked her to talk to MoMo for me to explain that I wouldn't be able to go to dinner with her. MoMo's English is still developing and I wanted to make sure she understood. I called MoMo and told her I wasn't feeling well, and then handed the phone to Ada who explained everything to her. The pain in my head, the nausea from the pain, the disappointment in letting MoMo down all led to tears. I was relieved to know that she understood and relieved to know that I could just go to bed.
Ada asked if I needed her to go up to the dorm with me, but I said no. Walking up the 6 flights of stairs was a slow journey though; I could feel the veins in my head pulse with pain every step I took. I took the medicine I had just bought and went straight to bed. It was about 4 p.m. I woke up at about 8 p.m. and officially got ready for bed and went to bed for the night.